My Table Is Spread

No pattern for the look of a true American


St. Mary's Basilica in Phoenix anchors one end of a treed plaza. The Diocesan Pastoral Center anchors the other. A large, tiled fountain sits in the middle. On the Sunday after the Boston Marathon bombing, my husband and I went to Mass at the pastoral center. As we drove up, we saw signs announcing a Sikh festival. Long tables were set up. The smell of fried chickpeas and grilled naan filled the air. Children climbed on the fountain and played in the water. Men in turbans and women in gauzy saris waved to us, offering cold water and hot food.


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January 13-26, 2017